07-19-2010, 10:18 AM
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A force greater then his own (greater then any and all) had laid its hand on Gabriel and made him mighty. He had been chosen by God for a great purpose, and while he did not believe it was this, he did not doubt that it was his duty to destroy the demon. His body was not entirely his own—he was aware of it but no longer entirely in control. Mouth open, he tasted the air.
To his right a monster loomed. It was a beast made of sinew and blood, a beast that would destroy not only him but this world if he was let live. So many days had been wasted since the first death. Too many. It had been a fault (your fault a nasty voice hissed) and one unforgivable. How many lives would have been saved if Gabriel had managed to kill him then? How much misery would he have saved the world from if Haku Soul had been slaughtered well before he had been consumed by darkness?
The answer to this was staggering and unimaginable.
Gabriel’s feet carried him away from the monster. He could smell death and rot on the demon and for an instant likened it to his father. Then two rows of yellow knives came at him. These he avoided with two steps, and let his feet behave as they had been trained. Both hands grasped the wood in his hands, and thrust it forward once sharply—he would not be able to kill him with this, but a wound would slow him down.
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A force greater then his own (greater then any and all) had laid its hand on Gabriel and made him mighty. He had been chosen by God for a great purpose, and while he did not believe it was this, he did not doubt that it was his duty to destroy the demon. His body was not entirely his own—he was aware of it but no longer entirely in control. Mouth open, he tasted the air.
To his right a monster loomed. It was a beast made of sinew and blood, a beast that would destroy not only him but this world if he was let live. So many days had been wasted since the first death. Too many. It had been a fault (your fault a nasty voice hissed) and one unforgivable. How many lives would have been saved if Gabriel had managed to kill him then? How much misery would he have saved the world from if Haku Soul had been slaughtered well before he had been consumed by darkness?
The answer to this was staggering and unimaginable.
Gabriel’s feet carried him away from the monster. He could smell death and rot on the demon and for an instant likened it to his father. Then two rows of yellow knives came at him. These he avoided with two steps, and let his feet behave as they had been trained. Both hands grasped the wood in his hands, and thrust it forward once sharply—he would not be able to kill him with this, but a wound would slow him down.